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Vox was beyond giddy. Beyond euphoric, borderline idyllic, and quite possibly orgasmic. Not only did he finally beat Alastor to cement himself as the strongest sinner in all of Hell, but he also paraded it through Pentagram City and broadcast it across the Seven Rings. Now he was home after frolicking through town with his prize and he couldn’t decide what to do first.
Alastor was still bound by TV cables, securing his arms to his sides with a slack cord sticking out like a leash. When they rode in the car from the little milkshake parlor after ‘sharing’ a smoothie, Vox couldn’t stop rubbing the humiliation in the Radio Demon’s pride.
“Did you see that one guy’s face??”
“Did you see that other guy’s face???”
“Have you seen what people have been posting all over the internet????”
He’d laughed so obnoxiously loud it was impressive he didn’t shatter all the windows in the limousine.
Vox tugged Alastor along like a dumb puppy, dragging him this way and that to savor every second of his glee. It was entertaining at first, and Valentino enjoyed the opportunity to fire his gun at the pinche pendejo, but it quickly grew tiresome.
“VOX!!!” Valentino finally shouted, interrupting the tycoon debating with himself whether he should demonstrate some of his prototype anti-angel tech on Alastor first, or introduce him to his shark tank. Vox, to his credit, stopped on a dime and immediately turned to Val. His business partner was every bit as angry as he sounded while he breathed hard enough to make his shoulders rise and fall.
Vox looked confused and it only served to make Valentino angrier. He thrust a finger in Alastor’s direction and glared at the Radio Demon with hellish intent. “You have been FIXATED on this fucking trash all day!! Which means you’ve been ignoring me!!!”
Vox took a second to compute that information before a zap of electricity sparked between his antennae and he realized Valentino had a point.
Val folded his arms in a huff. “Tie him up somewhere, I don’t care, but you can play with him again tomorrow.” He sauntered over to Vox with his hips swishing side to side and a cunning smile on his lips. He then reached out a finger and tickled it under Vox’s chin. “I want you up in the bedroom ràpido. Or did you forget how fucking hot I looked trying to kill his ass?”
Val continued walking towards the elevators and Vox watched him go until a sinister idea popped in his head. A jagged smile carved across his visage and slowly he turned to face Alastor. The Radio Demon was still wearing the same vexed scowl underneath the blue frowny face mask. His deer ears were pointed straight back, his eyes were filled with malcontent, and everything about his posture was rigid like he had a stick shoved straight up his ass.
When Vox finally made it to the bedroom, Valentino was lounging half-naked on the mattress with a cigarette between his fingers. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to see Vox wheeling an office chair into the room with Alastor tied to it like a b-movie hostage scene, but then again, every once in a while Vox had some pretty impressive kinky bedroom suggestions.
The chair was pushed until it was an arm’s length from the bed and Vox beamed with delight before removing his coat and dropping it on Alastor’s lap.
“Alright, Val. It’s time I showed you how much I…” Vox unclipped his bowtie and unbuttoned his striped vest, also draping it over Alastor’s shoulder, “appreciate all that you’ve done for me today.” He finished sensually, removing his shoes and pants before climbing onto the bed.
Valentino snickered with amusement, then collected Vox in his arms so they could make-out passionately. They kissed and sucked face, using their tongues unashamedly until Val had enough.
“Hijo de puta!!!” He exclaimed, pointing another accusatory finger at Alastor. “That ugly fucking face is ruining the moment!! Get him out of here!!!”
Vox held up his hands defensively. “Woah, hey now, Val! Calm down, he’s not doing anything. C’mon… let me ride this a little longer.” He tried to go in for another kiss but Val wasn’t having it.
“The only thing you should be riding is me!!!”
His business partner huffed petulantly and Vox let out a heavy sigh. A thought suddenly came to mind and Vox couldn’t help smirking, calling forth two cables and using them to restrain Val’s wrists in an attempt to catch his attention.
“And you shouldn’t be focusing on him.” Vox commanded in a low tone, pinching Val’s chin between his thumb and first finger. “You should only have eyes for me.”
The little trick worked and Val was back to grinning sensually, leaning in for another kiss. This one, however, was much shorter, and Val was back to swearing in Spanish. He yanked his wrists free, shoved Vox aside, and climbed off the bed.
“The fuck is your deal, you little fucking bitch??” Val demanded, glaring menacingly at Alastor and stooping down to be almost eye-level with him. The Radio Demon didn’t answer and barely glanced at the other sinner from the corner of his eyes. “You little fucking creep… Are you finally not smiling beneath that mask??”
Valentino reached out a finger and tugged the mask off his mouth, but Alastor was indeed still smiling, albeit uneasily. He didn’t bother replying and Val gradually began to decipher the potential amusement to be had. His angry expression melted into fascination, and even Alastor knew that wasn’t a good sign. Val chuckled.
“What’s this? Is the Radio Demon disappointed he wasn’t invited to join in?”
Both Alastor and Vox sat up straighter and shot Val a dirty look at the same time. Val chuckled, using his middle finger to nudge Alastor’s head in one direction, then the other.
“I still don’t know what my amorcito sees in you, but I’m willing to find out.”
Alastor couldn’t help flicking his eyes down and up when Valentino unfurled his wings to shimmy his leather thong off his hips.
Vox panicked and couldn’t decide whether he should stop the other, or watch as the Film Demon grasped his mostly-flaccid cock and began stroking himself into an erection.
Val gave an evil smile as Alastor did everything in his power not to look at it. “How about a little taste to get me started? And maybe if you behave yourself, we’ll let you join us.”
Alastor looked like he’d rather burst into flames, but before Val could scold him for being rude, a black portal ripped its way open in the middle of the air. Black tentacles wriggled free, wrapped around Valentino and dragging him into the unknown. In a matter of seconds Valentino was gone, the portal closed, and the room was silent.
Vox jumped off the bed and looked around fiendishly. “What the fuck did you do?!”
“Hmmm…” Alastor hummed thoughtfully in his tinny radio voice. “What indeed?”
“Fix this right now!” Vox demanded, marching up and digging his fingers into the collar of Alastor’s shirt. “Bring him back!”
Alastor rolled his eyes playfully. “Hmmm…. No. No, I don’t think I will.” His smile was much more genuine and Vox snarled.
“This voids the deal, shithead!! You agreed to be all our prisoner, therefore you belong to all the Vees!!”
Alastor pretended to be deep in thought as he considered the idea, his ears standing up for the first time since he was captured. “That’s odd. I seem to recall agreeing to be your prisoner… not their prisoner. It’s times like these when speaking French would help distinguish between you, the individual, and you, the group.”
Vox didn’t appreciate the world-language grammar lesson and snarled as he slammed both hands onto the arm rests of the office chair. He leaned in close, his eyes narrowed and his teeth bared.
“Oh, do calm yourself.” Alastor insisted condescendingly. “Your film mogul is fine, I simply sent him away to cool down.”
Vox wanted to order him to do as he’s told, but a few things caught his attention. Alastor’s ears were no longer standing on end and were instead pointed straight back. He was also sitting up rigidly, pressed firmly into the back of the chair, and couldn’t seem to make eye contact. Vox found all of this fairly amusing and decided to take a page from Alastor’s insufferably calm book.
“You’re sure he’s fine?” Vox asked, leaning in a little closer and loving the subtle tremble he was given in return.
“Of course. However, if you insist on continuing to be a primitive lout, then I could certainly ensure his demise.”
A devious smile carved across Vox’s face and he moved his hands from gripping the armrests to holding onto the back of the chair. Alastor slipped another miniscule twinge he’d probably miss if he wasn’t inches away from his face.
“No… That doesn’t sound like you.” Vox tutted. “You’re not stupid enough to endanger our deal for something like this.” He used one hand to tip the Radio Demon’s head until he was facing the Media Overlord. “And as for your punishment for the noncompliance, I’m going to let you pick.”
Alastor had an incredible poker face at the news, but even that was amusing.
“You’re going to return Valentino no matter what, but before you do, you’re either going to kiss me…” Vox couldn’t stop himself from giggling as Alastor’s smile morphed into an unpleasant grimace. “Or… you’re going to let me fuck you.”
Vox searched the other overlord's eyes, dying to find out what was running through his head. Alastor was known to drink and gamble, among other sinful acts which landed a person in Hell. Of course, murder was also high up his list, but never baser instincts. There wasn’t a single person or Hell-born creature with a dirty story about Alastor, and it was maddening. At the very least, he was consistent. He didn’t just rip out Vox’s heart and smear it across the pavement, he was capable of doing that to anyone. Of course, it didn’t excuse what transpired all those years ago, and Vox was more than happy to claim every bit of his victory.
“Which is it gonna be, Alastor?” Vox persisted, his tone hushed as he leaned in closer. The Radio Demon didn’t even bother hiding how uncomfortable he was as he turned his head and closed his eyes.
“Come on, don’t be like that!” Vox spoke with a laugh, using a finger to trace a line through his bangs and down the side of his face. “If you’re hoping I’m gonna start pitying you, you’re outta luck.”
Alastor flicked a dangerous glare at his rival and Vox smoothed a thumb over his lips with a sly smile. “It’s just a kiss, how bad can it be?”
Vox decided to poke a few more buttons and let his hands wander from the back rest to Alastor’s shoulders. All day he had trouble keeping his hands to himself and now that he was in his bedroom and not wearing any pants, the temptation was growing.
Among other things.
He let his fingers wander down the Radio Demon’s chest, slowly gliding across the cables until he’d pushed his discarded clothes aside and his palms were resting on Alastor’s thighs. He took a moment to trace deep circles with his thumbs near the other sinner’s knees, watching for any reaction at all. When he wasn’t rewarded for his attempts, he took it upon himself to start sliding his hands towards Alastor’s pelvis and made sure to point all of his fingers right for his crotch.
Alastor jerked involuntarily when the other man went from invasive to predatorial, kicking his feet to try scooting the office chair back, but had no luck
“What are you getting so worked up about, Al??” Vox pried, his tone innocent, then yanked him forward to be nose to nose. “It’s just a kiss. Haven’t you ever kissed anyone before?”
Alastor figured this was a hill not worth dying on and steeled his resolve. “I didn’t realize eight years was enough to regress into a hapless twit, but if it will help you keep your hands to yourself, then I suppose I can indulge a fragment of your idiocy.”
A chuckle snuck out of the Media Demon’s throat and Alastor was caught off guard when the cables binding him loosened entirely until there was only one tying his wrists together behind his back.
“Well? I’m waiting.”
Alastor glared through his smile, figuring there was another aspect of humiliation he wasn’t seeing yet, and when he leaned forward to peck a quick kiss so he could get this over with, Vox retreated a nudge.
“Do my eyes deceive me? Are all my dreams finally coming true?? Is the Radio Demon actually trying to kiss me!?” Vox cackled with cruel laughter, having to stand up and take a step back before wiping a tear from his eye. Alastor stared unamusedly, waiting for the gloating to subside.
Vox did his best to reel himself in by taking several deep breaths, then gestured for Alastor to stand up. “Okay, okay. I’ll be serious this time.”
He beckoned Alastor from his seat and the Radio Demon eventually complied, begrudgingly standing and counting down the seconds until his next unimaginative attempt to humiliate him. Alastor crept closer, waiting for Vox to burst into another bumptious giggling fit, and just as he was chest to chest with the other and leaning in for a kiss, Vox delivered.
The Media Demon clasped a hand over his face and howled with laughter. When he opened his eyes Alastor was staring contemptuously and it took him much longer to compose himself. Eventually he was able to stand up straight without doubling over from hilarity and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Alright, alright.” Vox announced assuredly, tossing his dress shirt aside and taking a seat on the bed in only his boxer shorts. His grin was arrogantly sinister as he patted his knee for Alastor to come hither. “Third time’s the charm, Al.”
Alastor regarded the other sinner’s lap and stiffening erection with repugnance, then tried fidgeting with the cables tying his hands together. Vox really was going to milk this for everything it was worth, and it was in his best interest to go along with it for now. He rigidly approached, waiting for any chance this might turn into a ‘gotcha’ prank moment, but it never came. With a lot of grumbling and a bitter glare, Alastor climbed one knee at a time onto the bed and took a seat in Vox’s lap.
“It’s a good view.” Vox purred, setting his hands on Alastor’s waist. “It’s a shame it took so long for me to see it.”
“Don’t get used to it.” Alastor quipped, then tried to quickly lean in for a kiss only to have Vox dodge him again.
“Come on, it wouldn’t be any fun if it was easy!” Vox teased, tipping all the way back until he was lying on the bed. Alastor was doing his best to avoid the bulge in the other man’s underpants, but Vox wasn’t willing to support that decision. He wrapped his fingers around Alastor’s hips and thighs, digging his finger tips into the thickest parts, and dragged him forward so he was seated on his cock.
Alastor recoiled at the feeling, but no matter how fervently he squirmed, it was no use. Vox held him in place with sinister delight and did what he could to rock and buck his hips.
“Fuck… Such a good fucking view.” Vox murmured, giving a particularly sharp thrust and silently cheering when he was rewarded with a grunt. His cock was so hard it probably felt like a tree trunk being ground between his legs. “Let me be honest with you, though. This was not worth the wait.”
Alastor flicked a loathsome glare at the other and Vox didn’t hesitate to start fiddling with his clothes to undo all the buttons. Despite his obstinate expressions, the big bad Radio Demon wasn’t barred from using his powers. After all, he did banish Valentino to whatever dimension his tentacles reside in, and it wouldn’t take much to also use them to hold Vox down and get this simpleminded dare over with. So what was he waiting for?
Vox undid the final button and tossed his silly little bowtie aside, flicking open his shirt to admire the view. He touched his pointer finger against the other sinner’s sternum below his stitches, then dragged his nail all the way down to the hem of his pants. Alastor shivered and growled low in his throat, his expression downright murderous.
“I’m curious, because I genuinely don’t know the answer and can’t figure it out. Have you ever been fucked before?” Vox asked forwardly, using two fingers to start undoing the buttons to his pants. Alastor was still sitting on his dick, subjected to constant movements to remind him how thick and hard it was.
“If you’re asking me whether or not I’m a virgin, the answer is no.” Alastor retorted curtly, flinching at another particularly brutal thrust. Vox couldn’t help laughing as he popped open the last button and wasted no time yanking any clothing from his thighs. His reward for all the sexual harassment sprung free, bobbing lazily, but not smacking Alastor in the gut and that was a frustrating sight considering how fucking rock solid his own cock was right now.
“What? You lost your virginity to some backwoods girl in the bayou before you grew any hair down here?” Vox snickered, admiring the vibrant red color climbing towards his naval. “It’s nice to know the carpet matches the drapes.”
Alastor growled irritably until he noticed Vox was trying to join him in lower nakedness. He didn’t get a chance to protest when Vox’s member was freed, vulgarly slapping against his stomach and leaking a bead of precum.
“You’ve got a decent size there, old man.” Vox complimented, taking hold of his cock and Alastor’s in one hand, slowly stroking them both up and down. “Mine’s just a bit bigger.”
Alastor squeezed his eyes shut and ducked his head so his bangs were masking his face. He snarled between his teeth, his arms tensing and fidgeting like he was trying to free himself, and it wasn’t much longer before he was fully erect.
Vox scoffed a laugh. “What? Pain and humiliation are the only things that get you hard? I gotta say, Al, I’m offended.”
Alastor let a misplaced chuckle sneak out from between his teeth, and when he glared at Vox through his hair cascading over his face, his eyes were practically lethal.
“I’m actually imagining the day when I finally get to tear open your abdomen and devour your entrails. Then again, that third arm you consider your penis would make an excellent meal.”
Vox gulped at the disturbing imagery before shaking it off and returning to what he was doing. “Whatever, bitch. You still didn’t answer my question. I’m not asking if you poked your nub into some slippery little cunt and jizzed yourself in ten seconds.” He twisted his hips and rolled over on the mattress, looming atop Alastor with a hand on either side of his head. “I’m asking if you’ve been split in two; if you’ve had a cock shoved so far up your ass you could almost choke on it.”
Alastor’s surprisingly prudish disposition made it a dead giveaway and Vox conjured an AV cable to procure a decorative glass bottle of lube from his bedside table. He then untwisted the cap and poured a hefty amount straight over their dicks, allowing it to dribble down Alastor’s stomach. He smeared his right hand through the lubricant, wrapping his fingers once again around their cocks, and picked up a tighter and faster pace.
When Vox let go, Alastor released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and flicked a warning scowl at the other, but Vox still chuffed a laugh. Without a word of mockery, he sunk a finger into Alastor’s ass and twisted left then right.
“If you want to kiss me, you’d better do it soon. I don’t think I can hold myself back much longer.” He inserted another finger and was gifted a sound that could be mistaken for a needy whine.
Alastor felt like rolling his eyes at the idea of Vox having had to restrain himself all this time. At this point it was a little late, and he resigned himself to the outcome. “Just get it over with already, you vapid brute.”
Vox was speechless when he realized he was in Alastor’s head so bad his annoying voice modulator was out to lunch. It didn’t take him long to get over it though, and in no time he was ripping all the clothing from Alastor’s legs and relinquishing the last of his own. He pinned one of Alastor’s knees into his chest to get a better view of his asshole before lining up his cock and slowly sinking in.
They both groaned in satisfaction as Vox forced inch after inch deep into Alastor’s guts until he bottomed out and there was a nice little bulge poking the Radio Demon’s navel from inside.
“Fuck!!” Vox swore, taking a moment to catch his breath. “This was so not worth the fucking wait!!” He dug his fingers into Alastor’s coat and shirt, forcing them down his arms since the clothing couldn’t be removed with his wrist restraints. “I should’ve fucked you so fucking long ago, you tight fucking twink!!”
Vox sunk his teeth into Alastor’s shoulder, practically devouring his collar bone and began ramming their hips together. Alastor gasped involuntarily, but choked back his exclamations and Vox used a hand to pry open the Radio Demon’s mouth. He pressed two fingers into the soft flesh beneath his tongue, causing him to drool uncontrollably and let slip a few delectable noises.
“That’s more fucking like it!! Scream on my cock you needy little slut!!”
Alastor twisted and pulled against his wrist restraints, his legs absolutely useless with Vox lodged firmly between them. He felt himself slipping from the pleasure only to have his brain finally begin clearing the fog and dragging him back to reality. Alastor cursed as best he could with two fingers in his mouth, then bit down and silently celebrated the little win when they were removed.
“Oh no you fucking don’t!!!” Vox declared, wrapping both hands around the Radio Demon’s throat. Alastor expected to be strangled and unable to breathe, but it seemed as if Vox was sparing his airway and pressing his thumbs into the sides of his throat. He wanted to ask what this could possibly accomplish when he finally began to feel it.
Alastor twisted and thrashed, but Vox held him in place by his throat and his ass, still pounding him into oblivion as Alastor was slowly being pulled back into the fog of pleasure. His brain was going stupid and lighting up with a barrage of happy chemicals as blood flow was being restricted by the Media Demon’s thumbs.
“You should see your fucking face right now, Al.” Vox murmured, smugly satisfied to be the sole reason the sinner with the biggest stick up his ass was unraveling so easily. Alastor was gasping deeper, tears were gathering in his eyes, and Vox was selfish enough to ride through his release without offering a moment of reprieve. When he finally came, he let go of Alastor’s throat. His hips stuttered, he buried his cock as deep as it would go, and he grunted through the intensity.
When he eventually caught his breath, Vox glanced down to see if the mission was a complete success and lit up at the sight of Alastor’s dick spent and dribbling with cum.
“Hah! You fucker, I knew you weren’t immune to getting dicked down.” He gloated, glancing back up with a big dopey smile.
Alastor stared with deep irritation at the ceiling, working with an incredibly heightened sense of post-nut clarity considering sex was never on his mind. He muttered a curse under his breath and spoke.
“If you’re finished, then I’d appreciate the use of your facilities, you contemptuous ogre.”
Vox couldn’t stop staring like a lovestruck teen at the sound of Alastor’s unmodified voice. He smiled sweetly, remembering the good old times when they could be mistaken for friends and his heart would go pitter patter whenever they were in a room together. In the deepest recesses of his mind, and far removed from anyone’s judgement, he felt safe to admit he still had leftover feelings for the Radio Demon. Some wire between his head and his heart went screwy and he never acted rationally around his fellow overlord. The opportunity to take him captive and live out some of his fantasies had been too tempting to pass up, and he wasn’t delusional enough to think this arrangement could ever result in anything remotely copacetic enough to be considered a relationship. In all honesty, it was pretty deranged, but thankfully they were both awful people and could get on with their lives when it inevitably ended after the contract concluded, or one of them was dead.
“I’m not even close to being finished with you.” Vox admitted, climbing off of Alastor while simultaneously taking hold of his coat collar and dragging him along. He situated himself to recline against the headboard with Alastor seated in his lap and crashed their lips together. Alastor was awkward and stiff at first as he tried to shake out the soreness in his arms and also find a position comfortable to sit in. Vox just simply plowed through the make-out session with heated kisses and shoved his tongue down the other man’s throat. His hands wandered unashamedly, even as Alastor shivered at certain touches and almost bit his tongue.
Alastor cursed himself for hastily sending the pimp away without first considering all of the outcomes. No matter what, he was doomed, but maybe if Valentino was still here, Vox would at least be distracted.
Yeah right, who was he kidding? Vox was wearing those big imbecilic puppy-dog eyes practically since the day they met. It was only a matter of time before he got bored and started paying attention to something else.
As soon as that thought crossed his mind, however, Vox shifted gears and tugged Alastor closer in his lap so he could get his hand wrapped around their dicks once again. Alastor jolted at the familiar hard sensation of Vox’s cock grinding against his flaccid and overstimulated member while the lube was beginning to get dry and sticky. Alastor struggled, but with one hand digging into the collar of his coat, the other hand holding him in place by the dick, and a tongue curling through his mouth and wrapped around his own, Alastor was at Vox’s mercy.
Just then, all of his struggling and fidgeting paid off. Alastor managed to wrench one arm free of the cables and shoved himself away from the Media Demon, collapsing onto the bed and trying to catch his breath.
“Perhaps you should consider a wider variety of chew toys, you mangy fucking dog. Or, better yet, extensive therapy sessions to address your debilitating oral fixation.” Alastor pointed out, once again speaking in his tinny radio voice. In a split second he was bound again in cables, this time tying his wrists above his head and securing him to the bedframe.
Vox laughed. “What the fuck did you think that was going to accomplish? You’re my prison bitch, Al.” He crawled over to the Radio Demon and flipped him onto his stomach, then grabbed him by the waist to get his knees under him. The familiar sound of the bottle of lube being unscrewed boiled an intense rage in Alastor’s chest, but before he could speak up, a finger was being inserted into his ass.
“We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, so get ready for one helluva night!”
Alastor blanched at the idea of spending the whole night with a dick in his ass, right before Vox corrected him by shoving his tongue in next. Alastor felt his limbs seize and lose their connection to his brain, not listening to him as he told them to fucking move!! The tongue in his ass wriggled and swirled before Vox finally came up for air.
“Man, I shot that load so fucking deep in you! I can’t even fucking taste it!”
“That’s it!!” Alastor used his magic to open a portal to the tentacle dimension in hopes that adding another insane person to this little fuck session would somehow cancel things out.
Both overlords stared uncomprehendingly as Valentino strutted out of the dimensional tear like he was leaving a lover’s house.
“Bye bye, my little amorcitos! Daddy is going to miss playing with all of you!”
Vox raised his eyebrows with intrigue. Alastor gaped in horror.
Valentino took another step only to be stopped in his tracks by a few tentacles wrapping around his limbs and waist, then one tickled him under his chin until he happily opened his mouth to use his tongue like they were french kissing. The tentacles wriggled sensually, rubbing and exploring until one wrapped over his leather thong and Valentino playfully smacked it with his hand.
“So naughty! Until next time my darlings, kisses! Ciao ciao!” Valentino kissed the tips of his fingers, blowing them into the portal and some of the tentacles reached out like they were catching them before it closed and Val was alone.
“Fucking, finally!” Val announced, taking a moment to inspect his wings and satisfied they were free of dirt and debris. “That was fun, but I missed my Voxxie!”
Vox couldn’t manage to string together a sentence that perfectly conveyed his desire to be the next one alone in the tentacle dimension, and Alastor regretted being able to speak as soon as the words left his mouth.
“Did you just fuck my tentacles?”
Valentino completely ignored the question as he eyed the other two overlords up and down, his sinister smile growing until he was grinning from ear to ear.
“Well, it’s about fucking time you got that fucking fantasy out of your system.” Val stated as he planted a hand on his hip.
Alastor was betrayed by his reflexes when he felt a flush dusting the corners of his cheeks, then glanced over his shoulder to see Vox’s expression lit up like a blushing fucking fool. The sight made Alastor panic, and because of the distraction, he was able to free his wrists from the cables and throw an elbow into the Media Demon’s stomach.
Vox grunted and coughed, but nevertheless let Alastor slip away as he wrapped himself in his coat to save even a smidge of his dignity while he searched for a bathroom and found an ensuite on the far end.
While Val and Vox spent their time catching up all over the enormous bed, Alastor locked himself in the restroom and cranked the elaborate shower to full blast.